Psycho Killer

I can't seem to face up to the fucking facts
I'm like tense and nervous
I can't fucking relax
I mean is like
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire

Don't, don't fucking touch me I'm a real live wire
Psycho Killer
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You start a fucking conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.

When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why the fucking say it again?

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Psycho Killer

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Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la

Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire ... OK
We are all fucking vain and we are all fucking blind
I hate people when they're not polite

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Credits
Writer(s): David Byrne, Christopher Frantz, Tina Weymouth, Scott Rosser, Stuart Leslie Macleod, Stephen Paul Spencer, Alan Dwyer
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